Yep. I just turned thirty, and it’s the strangest thing. Thirty doesn’t feel like that much of a big deal to me. It’s been a good few years, and I really feel like I’ve grown into myself, into this part of my life. I’m happy with my body, my family’s ace, and I like where I live. I’m doing a job I actually love, and things are pretty swell. I want to talk a bit about my life and face and body at thirty, and who knows? Maybe It’ll be fun to look back on when I’m forty and dealing with a pre-teen? Yeah, totally fun.
I get told that my skin’s pretty good and for that I’m grateful. A few years ago I stopped fighting my skin and came to terms with its awkwardness. I have super sensitive ‘normal plus’ skin – by which I mean super dry on the cheeks, super oily on the T. I’ve found a mixture of manual exfoliation, super gentle cleansers and and a light but quenching moisturiser is working wonders. I use a Clarisonic Mia once a day with a bit of Liz Earle Cleanse and Polish, followed by Indeed labs moisturiser. In the evenings I use straight up Cleanse and Polish (with the muslin cloth), which pulls off any make-up I happen to be wearing. I sometimes wear mascara and eyebrow pencil, and very occasionally I wear Benefit Hello Flawless foundation, and maybe a cat-eye flick of eyeliner.
So…the body thing. I’ve always had a variety of body issues-both far too big and far too small. I’ve always had trouble matching the inside to the outside. Whilst I was pregnant I lost a fairly significant amount of weight – so I was lucky that I was carrying excess baggage or I would have been very ill indeed. So. I’m smaller now than I have been for a while and I’m trying to keep on top of that. I’ve recently completed Gillian Michael’s Thirty Day Shred and I’m about to hit it again. It was awesome and hard and yes. It kicked my ass. I’ve got stretchmarks and scars and all sorts of other stories on my body, and I’m cool with that. My thirtieth birthday present was to spend 5 hours in my favorite tattoo shop getting some flowers that will never wilt.
As we’ve recently discussed, I’ve embraced the whole capsule wardrobe thing and that’s working out pretty well for me. I’ve been sticking to dark neutrals, and I’ve finally found a pair of jeans that fit. I have a little waist, but a big butt and thighs, so finding jeans that aren’t gapey around the middle is kind of a big deal. I nearly always wear jeans and converse, a vest and some kind of baggy knit jumper on top. Although I’m less wobbly than I used to be, there’s still a fun amount of jiggle going on there. My corporate environment is fairly relaxed, and in the last week I’ve worn a black shift dress, and a shirt with a tie. I’m currently engaged in the search for the perfect relaxed fit tees, but that could take the rest of my days, so I need to relax and let that one happen. My main fashion goal this year is to wear jean shorts and not look ridiculous.
GREY HAIR DON’T CARE
The amount of grey hair I ALL OF A SUDDENLY have is mental. Since having Milo, my hair has just got progressively more grey and you know what? I’m cool with that. I have no plans to dye or otherwise alter it. I think I can rock the salt ‘n’ pepper look.
THIS FAM THAT I HAVE
And of course, my favorite thing about being thirty is this crazy kid that was a baby and then almost a toddler and is now growing into my buddy. He’s starting to use sentences and make up games and it’s amazing. A couple of weeks ago he ran into the kitchen, thrust out his hand and asked ‘ticket please!’. I have NO idea where that came from but he’s still doing it, so we just roll with it.
Vive la fam. Vive la thirties.